There were deep pools of swirling grey,
Running along the borderline,
The child brought along his reel and soul,
He proceeded to set on the bank of,
One of the deepest pools,
And began to pray,
He started to remember all the mistakes,
They filled his lungs with self-loathing,
He wondered what his point was,
It filled his brain with worry,
He thought of his name,
It was like a cruel joke,
He remembered what he looked like on the outside,
It made his stomach churn,
He started to meditate to alleviate,
It made his heart beat slow,
A ring clamp had been binding it,
With concentration,
Silver electric flames rose up around the ring,
Turned it into a halo,
He forgot about the world and others,
He misplaced his own ego in the matter,
He even forgot that he was fishing,
And that was when he had a bite.